traveling in the wilderness

 

 

when everyone wears masks

not just the thugs—who can

tell the difference between

bank teller or bank robber?

depends who holds the gun,

i suppose, that’s how it goes

down around town now?

coronavirus makes everyday

an unpaid masquerade

 

 

who misses the kisses?

what deprivation of hugs?

if love is to die for then

who can tell the difference

between death by covid or

death from a lonely heart?

carry them out dressed in

hazmat suits—travelers

in wilderness of contagion

 

 

Linking to dVerse poets where Sarah offers titles as writing prompt…

power of presence

Quadrille (44 words) on Lisa’s “abide” theme for dVerse. Based on Mark 4:35-41. (Background is Moseley Waves blue wallpaper)

Yesterday, Pastor John Lee preached on this text and reminded us that although God might not calm the storm outside, or quiet the storm inside us, Jesus always remains with us “in the boat”.

interstellar music

P rominent sister cluster

L aunched by cosmic Creator

E ngage celestial song

I n irrepressible praise

A bove benighted planet

D iamonds on black satin

E ver refract God’s glory

S even: sweet sum of wholeness

Written as an acrostic with seven syllables in each line; linking to dVerse

wu flu senryu

exposed to covid
wondering if you will die
slight cough a symptom?

 

 

Note on title: a friend dubbed Covid-19 the “Wu Flu” since it originated in Wuhan, China. Linking to dVerse poets where Frank J. Tassone hosts “jisei”; Japanese death poetry.

seduction in fur

eyes of molten gold
just might melt me
and my solid resolve
meow, Sir Siri, but
aren’t you a lapful?!
oh yes, you’re the
purrr-fect gentleman
standing by the door
with those cloying eyes
that beg to come IN!
if I were to acquiesce,
would you leap upon
the softest pillow and
claw me with incessant
requests for stroking?
insistent rubs for my
undivided attentions?
though born in a barn,
you’re a real charmer,
house cat wanna-be,
beggar extraordinaire!

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diversity at plymouth

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“Landing of Pilgrims” by Henry A. Bacon, 1877

november 1620
pilgrims land late, lost
with strangers in a strange land

such smallish ship
holds diverse perspectives
all agree on rules for unruly unity

possibilities vulnerable
nearly half don’t survive winter
makeshift common house hospital

native americans
share knowledge, resources,
reasons for thanksgiving

A quadrille on “possibilities” with dverse poets...

by grace alone

Mayflower II on the Open Seas by Montague Dawson

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boatload of faith
puritans flee persecution
embark for freedom to worship

bible believers,
soldiers, profit seekers
travel together in tight quarters

illness on board
violent storms at sea
God’s providence holds fast

birth of child on
vast ocean of hope
blessing for future colony

Another quadrille about the pilgrims; written second but prequels my first…

memory bank

something to make you laugh

something to make you cry

something warm as blanket

something cool as icicles

something that shimmers silver

something that splashes blue

something soft as cotton

something sharp as needles

some things which are worth saving

some things which are best forgotten

 


Link to Tweetspeak Poetry where Callie Feyen asks: what is a memory?  I answered by expanding on this list poem.

2020 has not aged well

A documentary poem linked to dVerse poetics

Eighty-six years young,

energetic octogenarian

on outing with daughter

and husband, who can

vouch as eye-witnesses,

was seen walking around

the stockyards, up and

down stairs holding rails,

shared smoked turkey legs,

even stayed for evening

rodeo past usual bedtime.

 

 

Months later, following

corona-virus outbreak,

an old man walks out of

his assisted living home,

slips off curb behind his

parked car, recovers, sells

said vehicle, exchanges

for walker to roam halls

takes two naps daily,

even loses weight from

not eating well alone,

zoom marks 87th year.

 

 

 

 

color tones

if jazz is blue, then
blues play cerulean

rock & roll thumps a
loudly violent violet

rap taps bold blood,
so immodestly garnet

country music waxes
into mellow marigold

gospel soothes with its
rich emerald harmony

while classical sounds
notably black & white


Synesthesia is a neurological phenomenon in which stimulation of one sense leads to automatic, involuntary experiences of a second one.  Seeing music as colors is one form of synesthesia.  (recent prompt by Grace at dVerse poets)

wait for squeals

Happiness is…

mittens to wear
in crisp fall air

take off your shoes
(eschew bad news)

caterpillars wiggle
as grandkids giggle

jumping bean
on a trampoline

funny fun is the goal
as we slip, trip, and roll

bouncing  past

into,

over

siblings and cousins.


Link to dVerse where Lillian hosts a happiness project…

Folly’s countdown

10 – Force changes from top down instead of allowing choices.

9 – Throw out rule of law (baby) to get rid of injustice (bathwater).

8 – Define diversity to mean all people must talk and think alike.

7 – Censor any contradicting opinions or disagreeable science.

6 – Hope that weak family bonds will strengthen social fabric.

5 – Live entitled; expect government to supply every need.

4 – Assign politicians as gods in control of natural disasters.

3 – Incentivize irresponsibility while punishing productivity.

2 – Promote mob rule as higher value than individual rights.

1 – Polarize the public, demonize dissenters, create civil chaos.

 


It’s not very poetic, more of a list on the “folly” themelinking to dVerse 🙂

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